My Dad had passed away 30+ years prior and there was a huge reunion in heaven - at least that was the sentiment of my siblings.
Yesterday in prayer, the priest asked me if he could pray a blessing over me. It was something very special when he called me 'daughter' in his prayer. I was a daughter? It seemed so strange to even ponder that I was once a daughter, but now . . . I didn't think I was until the words were said: "Lord, protect your daughter"
I felt like I was newly adopted. It's been a while since I've felt like I belonged and beloved. At that moment, in that prayer, I received a special message to remember my vocation as a daughter of God and all that I inherit in His grace with my co-creator parents. This status transcends space and time. I am a daughter, again, and, still.
